LIFE'S A BEACH! ⇹ joiner

ALL I FOUND THE SPACE BETWEEN THE SPACES
STANDING IN THE NOTHING, AND TIME RECLAIMS YOU

A cry of sadness from the beach was never something that one wanted to be greeted with first thing in the morning. It certainly wasn't what Michael wanted to deal with first thing in the morning, considering his own overwhelming grief as of late. However, he had a duty as both a dealer and a member of The Typhoon to see what was going on, and he did take that seriously. After taking a deep breath to brace himself for whatever he might've had to face that particular day, the bobcat then emerged from his hut, the front door slowly opening and closing silently as he slipped out. His dark paws sunk down into the warm sand, his mismatched gaze scanning over the shore and freezing at the state of it. Various bits and pieces of wreckage were scattered all around, not to mention the figure that lingered in the middle of it all, curled up and clearly devastated. For a moment, Michael was too shocked to move, not used to such a situation.

However, the thief was quick to regain his bearings, shaking his head briefly from side to side before he moved over the sand, approaching the newcomer. He hated to interrupt the other's clear moment of sadness, but... he needed to see who he was, and whether he was injured. So, warily, Michael stretched out a paw to prod gently at Snarky's shoulder, a frown on his muzzle as he spoke, "Ah... hey there. Sorry to interrupt all of... this..." He couldn't help glancing around at the beach around them once more, eyes lingering on certain bits of destroyed ship before returning to the hybrid's prone form. The other obviously reminded him of Seabound, just... less bright. More sharp. Clearing his throat, he then continued, "But... could you tell me who you are, and whether you're injured? You've washed up on the shores of The Typhoon, and you look pretty beat up, so... we're got a medic that can help you, if you want." He didn't see why the hell the other would reject such help, but some people outright rejected help in general, far too stubborn for their own good.

— Reggan